390 Self-Worth

Yu Zhen presented the scroll to his parents. There was a dark glint in his arctic eyes. "Another complaint about her, and that person will be disposed of."

Yu Zhen was tired of these petty political games. He didn't have the patience to deal with his problematic mother and aggravating father. If he could have it his way, both of them would've been long gone. But not dead, of course. 

It'd be great for his children to have their grandparents. At least, someone would be able to have fond childhood memories—something that both Li Xueyue and Yu Zhen didn't have.

"Threatening your own father," the Emperor scoffed. "You've gotten bold."

Yu Zhen didn't even blink. He simply gave the scroll to the Eunuch who took it with two hands.

He then turned to his mother. His lips curled into a snarl. "You better keep your ladies-in-waiting in their place."